First chapter of the new month!
My fiance said I had to do something brainless today so I'm updating everything! YAY!
I'm watching All In the Family (because there's nothing on and it's actually really funny. Old American TV is the best American TV) and the episodes reminding me of the first time my fiance's father found out we were dating. Same reaction and everything. The screaming, the throwing the picture, the odd dancing around... ah, memories.
A fluttering filled the Great Hall the next morning. Screeches echoed against the walls. Everyone took a collective glance to scan the owls for their own. A big brown owl fluttered down and swooped, landing just before Harry, making him freeze. He immediately recognized the owl as Draco's.
He tried to look as confused as Ron, Hermione, and Ginny as he removed the scroll of parchment from the owls leg and hesitated, his hands shaking. "Who's it from Harry?" Ron asked, climbing over Hermione to get a better look. Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed him back into a sitting position.
"Um, I-I'm not sure." Harry said, glancing up and seeing a smirk on Draco's face.
"Well, whoever it was has very girlie handwriting," Ginny commented suspiciously.
Harry snorted and shrugged. "Dumbledore has very flowing handwriting, and he's not a girl." He commented, pocketing the note without thought.
Ginny eyed him suspiciously, but had nothing to say as Harry stood up and smiled. "Well, class is about to begin. We should head out, huh?"
"But Harry, what about the note?" Ron called as Harry hurried out of the Great Hall, discreetly pulling it from his pocket and unrolling it.
"I'll read it later!" Harry called back distractedly, leaving the hall and reading the note trembling in his hands:
Dear Harry,
RoR 10PM
Be there.
DM
Harry avoided Ginny as much as he could the rest of the day. He recognized the suspicion on her face and couldn't hide the guilt that gnawed at his insides. He wanted to ask someone for advice, but didn't know where to turn. He leaned against a wall beside one of the castles large windows.
Hermione had always been there even during the hardest of times. If anything he knew he could talk to her, even hypothetically. He decided that maybe, if anything, he could ask her for old fashioned, hypothetical advice.
But what if Ron heard.
A groan escaped Harry's lips and he simply slouched. "Damn it," he muttered. He pushed himself off the wall and made his way towards his next class.
Never before had he been so conflicted.
"Ah, Harry, I've been looking for you." Harry felt his heart stop as he recognized Dumbledore's voice. He swallowed and stood up straight as the tall wizard stood beside him. "How have you been?"
"I'm doing well, um, how are you?" Harry asked, trying not to seem as uncomfortable as he felt. He swallowed as Dumbledore eyed him briefly, but simply smiled.
"I'm well, I've been wanting to talk to you about something," Dumbledore explain and took a step back. "Walk with me."
He led the way with Harry falling into step alongside him. They walked down the corridor until they reached a place where few students were clustered. They slowed, stopping at a point that was deserted. Dumbledore turned swiftly, his smile still on his face. "Harry, is there anything you need to talk about?"
Harry felt his face heat up, but shook his head. "N-No, sir, er, what do you mean, sir?" He felt his face flush even more and swallowed, his knees tensing beneath the weight of Dumbledore's gaze.
Dumbledore gave no reaction to Harry's sudden nerves, but he kept his smile in place and offered a little shrug. "Well, whatever it is that you and Mr. Malfoy have been up to, I wish you would keep me out of your excuses when lying to Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger."
"S-Sir?"
The smile never once left Dumbledore's face. "Lies and distrust are strange things, Harry. They are the few things time cannot heal."
Harry hurried up to his dormitory that night, complaining of a headache and quickly set his bed up to conceal his disappearance. He whipped his invisibility cloak around himself and made his way down the stairs and through the common room. He glanced around and saw everyone preoccupied with studies or games. He pushed the portrait open and climbed out. He hurried towards the stairs and down to the fifth floor.
He hurried towards the familiar door and glanced around. The corridor was deserted. He whispered the password and heard the door click. He entered and quickly locked it. He pulled the cloak off and hung it on the door knob.
Before he could turn around two long, slender arms wrapped around his shoulders. He felt a familiar, pointed face pressed into his neck. "Mm, I missed you." Harry felt himself tremble at the contact and melt into Draco's body. Never before had he felt so opened, so relaxed. So content.
So incredibly happy.
"I missed you, too."
If any tension remained, it vanished like magic. Harry couldn't help but moan softly as Draco massaged his shoulders working through the knots in his upper back. "Draco, that feels amazing," Harry murmured, closing his eyes.
Soft lips kissed the bare skin of Harry's neck. He melted into a complete puddle and ran his fingers through Draco's hair, tangling each strand into his fingers. He pulled back and pressed his lips to Draco's kissing him tenderly. Draco smiled and slipped his tongue lazily into Harry's mouth. "Mm."
Draco pulled back and walked around the couch and sat astride Harry's lap and kissed him again. Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around Draco's slim waist, pushing their bodies together, becoming one.
"I can make you feel even better," Draco whispered, looking into Harry's eyes, his lips teasingly brushing the other's sending tremors throughout Harry's body. His hands slipped down Harry's front, from his chest to the waistband of Harry's pajamas.
Harry gasped and stared at Draco in disbelief. He searched the hooded silver eyes and saw a hint of hesitation. He felt a warm feeling spread throughout his body and brought Draco into his arms, holding him tightly against his body. He stroked Draco's hair and kissed his ear, watching the light dance on the boy's silvery strands. "That's okay Draco. Let's take this slow." He whispered, closing his eyes and pressing his face into Draco's neck.
"Thank you, Harry." The blonde's voice cracked as he whispered into Harry's skin, closing his eyes as well, bringing his arms to wrap around Harry's neck. A pang struck Harry's heart when he realized how vulnerable Draco was at that moment. If Harry wanted to he could shatter the boy's being, crush his soul and destroy his heart. A tear escaped Harry's eye. He understood that Draco did trust him enough to be in such a state with him. To give his heart and being to Harry. To suffer just to be with him.
"I think it's time I finally made a choice." Harry whispered distractedly, rubbing Draco's back.
"Choice?"
"Draco, do you really want to be with me?" Harry asked. His hand stopped at the small of Draco's back. "If I came to you tomorrow and asked you out, would you guarantee that I would receive a yes?"
"Of course, Harry." Draco said immediately, pulling back to look into Harry's bright green eyes. His hands slipping to rest on Harry's chest, but his eyes stayed locked with Harry's. "Yes, I would undeniably say yes."
A smile graced Harry's lips. He kissed Draco's face, nose, neck, and lips, his heart skipping as elation raised inside him. "I think it's time I broke up with Ginny."
Draco looked at him suspiciously, his eyes searching Harry's face. "R-Really?" He asked, disbelief clear in his voice. "Like, for real, for real?" He asked, shocked.
"Yes, Draco." He whispered, kissing him tenderly. "If I keep waiting, I'll only hurt her more. I'll break up with her tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow."
Chapter 11- End
TBC
Finally we're getting rid of the conflict, Ginny. HOWEVER, new more dramatic conflict to come. Wonder whatever shall happen...?